You keep telling me that I'm better than this, better than that but with what reason? Je dis que le coeur "a ses raisons que le raison connais pas ( Read more... )

The world belongs to me. That's what this old drunk spaniard named Lazaro told me the other night in the speakeasy. That and, if I'm the scotch where is the water? Hah ( Read more... )

Are people really this deceptive or am I the one tying the blindfold here ( Read more... )

Cuéntale que te conocí bailando
Cuéntale que soy mejor que el
Cuéntale que te traigo loca
Cuéntale que no lo quieres ver

Que quizás fue la noche la que te traicionó
Fue el perfume de mi piel lo que te cautivó
Que ya no tienes excusa pa' tu traición
Que tuviste mil motivos, que entre en razón
Que quizás te hablo a el oído como ya él no
O en mi arde ( Read more... )

My family decided to corner me on Sunday to ask me 23843 questions they thought I couldn't answer on buddhism. Also, my mom prayer-requested me in Sunday school. I laughed and told her she should quit trying to one-up everyone else's prayer requests ( Read more... )

Tired of empty words but I see love everywhere I turn. This in turn empties me for space to fit the love I try to express with words.. but to no avail ( Read more... )

I keep hearing all these old songs and they make me so nostalgic.. in a happy way. Every Time I Die, My Chemical Romance, Since By Man. There's no way I'd trade being 20 for being 16, but it was fun while it lasted.

Work in the morning. I need to sleep. But first I just have to say RIP Jesse Gamble. You thrived in the world of the living, working, ( Read more... )

 It sucks how you only call me when you need me.

It sucks that you'd rather talk about my ass than ask me how my day was.

It sucks when you don't appreciate shit.

It sucks when I convince myself otherwise.

 Im going insane right now. I think I'm hormonal. Everything seems unorganized and disastrous. I know it's just a perspective, but damn it sucks. I should probably just go crawl in bed so I don't say or do anything I'll regret. Ever have those days? I want to reduce and simplify. I am so overwhelmed.. materially, physically, emotionally. But not ( Read more... )

Angels don't exist. I can not fly. Oh I was surprised to discover this too, believe me.. haha. 
Nevermind the taffeta, lace and fake eyelashes. I will never sprout feathers or cry diamonds, and pearls do not fall from my ass. I'll seldom look you in the eye so who cares if they sparkle. Who cares what color they are? Who consults them anyways? Like ( Read more... )